Hola. If anyone who read this fic before still is tracking it, I canonize you here and now. Just enjoy, a little fun thing I wanted to do before disappearing for a month. If there is a next chapter, (and I intend to wrap up the whole Terra/Blood/HIVE/Raven conflict by the end of this fic) I'll go back to Terra's issues… Disclaimer and then story. I do not own Teen Titans in any way, shape, or form. That honor belongs to Cartoon Network and I have no intent of challenging those people. I seek no profit from this and merely wish to avoid being sued. Please enjoy if you can… Combat prose ahead.

Cat and Mouse

By Wordbearer

A shot rang out. The bullet hurled through the smoke tainted air and punched into the shoulder of a leaping figure. The figure dropped onto the roof and rolled, his black tattered cape cushioning his fall as he impacted against the brick chimney. All was dark, the stars invisible behind the gray clouds that hovered above the city. He pulled a staff from a belt pocket and extended it, eyes straining in the dark as he sought his assailant. Red X jerked as he heard the whine of another bullet going for his thigh and deflected with a blow from his staff. His voice issued from behind the skull marked mask he wore, "You're not going to get me like that now that I know you're shooting at me. You should have got me on the first shot. Might as well come over." A paranoid silence grew, still and thick with waiting violence. X noticed a lithe figure stand up from the cover of a near by building, a rifle hanging loosely from its shoulder. It secured the weapon and took a running leap across the gap that separated the two buildings. He watched as the figure rolled to a graceful landing twenty feet from him. He didn't move, ignoring the pain of his wounded shoulder as his assailant emerged into the light.

She was slim and lithe of build, her muscles sliding over one another like a nest of placid serpents. A green and black body-glove covered most of her frame, the geometric pattern annihilating her silhouette in the gray shadows. Her face was covered by a tightly secured bandana. Blue eyes stared at him in interest, the pupils alive with waiting joy. What could be seen of her face was pale as snow, a surprising counterpart to the rich waterfall of silver hair that trailed to the small of her back. A sheathed katana kept the rifle company on her back, both weapons clearly well-crafted and lovingly cared for. Red X straightened and loosened his shoulders, while taking inventory of his arsenal.

He ventured into the silence, "You didn't shoot at me to say hello. Why the attack on my person? I'm just a thief."

She spoke for the first time, "Some people are interested in the toys you're carrying around. They hired me to get them back."

X smiled inside his helmet, "If you wanted to strip them from my corpse, you missed your chance at a clean kill."

The joy flared in her eyes, "Oh, the flesh wound? I didn't want to kill you, just get your attention, 'say hello' in the way I know best. Everything's much more fun at close range…"

X popped the spinning blades from the backs of his gloved hands and powered them up, "You're nuts. I'll put you out of my misery with some of the very 'toys' you came to claim from me." He ran at her, attacks, feints, and counter-attacks running through his mind. He lashed out with all his speed, determined to end this fight quickly. Somehow, she dodged and drew her sword, a gleaming weapon with inbuilt circuitry along its curved length. X dodged away as she swung and the weapon blazed with yellow fire. She anticipated his evasion and the weapon played along his ribs in a chorus of pain. Grunting, he lashed out with his off-hand, but she melted from the blow like he was moving in slow motion. She was a blur of green and black in the corner of his eye as the blade bit again, tearing a long gash in his suit. He threw a barrage of darts, forcing her back. He was stunned as she dodged without seeming to try, her blade picking every projectile out of the air.

X kept up the barrage and she talked without faltering in her defense, "I've had this fight in my head a hundred times and I've never lost. I must admit that this is so much better in real life though…" She darted forward and the blade sliced through the air. He leapt over the blade and a blow from her palm caught him in the chest.

The strike drove the air from his lungs and X rolled with the harsh landing, sides aching. She stood over him, blade hanging lazily in one hand, a radiant smile on her face. X growled in bitter anger, "Let's see how you like fighting what you can't see." He triggered his cloaking device, eager to show this challenger how he had earned his reputation. He lashed out with a bo staff. The woman dodged impossibly and the attack swept over her head. Hair flowing with the motion, she swung low and stuck high with her blazing sword, intrinsically knowing where he was despite his invisibility. Red X blocked with the staff and the two fought in silence again, sweating from the all-out effort. He was distracted by her face after a failed strike: her eyes were glowing an unholy crimson. The spectacle slowed him for only a second, but it was a second too long: her weapon sliced into his wounded shoulder. The pain was immense and he hung on her blade.

"I can See things in my head," she whispered, "Things that haven't happened yet, things that might happen… I have Seen you die and I liked it."

She pulled the blade out and he turned to run, willing to accept his inferiority to this nightmare woman and her gleaming blade if it saved his skin. He fired a grappling hook and swung off the building's edge. Reality seemed to blink as a bullet shattered the back of his knee and the pain made him drop into the alley below. He hit the ground hard and fought to rise to his feet. It felt like his joint was on fire and his other wounds screamed for attention. He got up in time to seen his assailant leap down, her hair a trailing banner of argent silver. He triggered an explosive, but before he could throw it, she darted by and slit the tendons of his wrist. He dropped the bomb and scrambled away as it left a smoking crater in the alley. She struck from behind and cut the hamstrings on his uninjured leg, dropping him as his injured legs failed to hold up his weight. He was fading out as she knelt in front of him, a smirk blazing on her face.

"Told ya I wouldn't lose," she chirped. He reached for a weapon, any weapon, but she caught his wrist and cleanly snapped it. Red X grimaced inside his mask and fell backwards, exhausted, limp, and half delirious with pain.

The woman smiled and bent over him, her sword returned to its sheath, before roughly flipping him over to remove his belt with its precious Xenthonium core. She shrugged and laid the belt over one shoulder before dragging him over to an alley wall and propping him up.

His eyes rolled in pain as the green-and-black clad assassin chatted merrily at him, "I will give you an A for effort. You did much better than I thought you would. But… You lost, so that means I win."

He spat, "You're a psycho; you know that? Real nutcase."

She shrugged, "You spend enough time in the future and you get a little nuts perhaps. Oh well."

Red X growled bitterly, "Why don't you kill me with that sword of yours instead of talking me to death. Do me a favor…" She stood up and pulled a cell phone from a hidden compartment in the rifle case before answering, "I'd love too. But business before pleasure, there are a lot of people who want you head and will pay for the privilege of killing you."

She dialed a number as he processed this information and shouted, "What?"

She ignored the question as she spoke to someone on the other end of the line, "Hello? This is Rose Wilson. Yeah, that Rose Wilson, the 'cute-ass assassin chick' as your thug referred to me. I do hope he recovers from that stab wound; I was trying to let him down gently… If you want the guy who nicked your boss's stuff I've got him in the alley of 18th and A."

She looked at Red X and gave him the once-over before continuing, "You might want to hurry. He's bleeding all over the place. Sorta resisted, had to shoot him a few times. Good. Just bring the money or I'll kill the little twerp myself." She held the phone away from her ear as someone yelled on the other end.

She chuckled and replied, "Hey! Just bring my money and you get you guy. No worries… Thanks. See you then."

Red X gaped at the disturbing spectacle before muttering rhetorically, "Who were you talking to?"

She winked and ran a hand through her thick curtain of silver hair, "Big Daddy Malcolm's chief enforcer. They offered the most money for your capture, quite a healthy amount. And that's on top of what I'm getting for delivering this baby."

She tapped the Xenthonium power core and reflected, "How'd you put it to the Titans? Oh, right. 'Looking out for number one'. Great quote." Red X lost consciousness as his ordeal finally got to him.

Rose Wilson looked vaguely disappointed, "I hate it when they faint." She climbed up a fire escape and waited for her clients to show up, sure that they would try to cheat her. Oh, well. She would have more fun with her sword if that was the case. Rose's silhouette faded into a collection of green and black patches as she slipped further into the shadows, her eyes gleaming in the dark with anticipation.

The Thursday afternoon sunlight lanced into Titans Tower through a massive window as Robin addressed his teammates, "Okay. We have a mystery on our hands, one that could be very bad by all signs." Starfire, Cyborg, and Beastboy watched their leader with varying degrees of attentiveness as he gestured at the massive screen set into the wall and pressed a remote. One quarter of the screen snapped on to show streaming footage of HIVE agents in action.

Robin continued, "One, HIVE has been very active lately, hitting two or three banks a weeks."

Terra's picture popped up to fill another quarter of the screen, "Two, Terra was taken from the hospital where she was being treated by HIVE's new headmaster, Brother Blood."

A snapshot of Raven's alter ego, Erinnyes Liche, popped up to fill another corner of the screen and Robin's voice dropped, "Raven volunteered to infiltrate HIVE academy…"

Cyborg muttered, "Using my invention…"

The boy wonder ignored the comment and continued, "…found out they were building something called a nuero-plasmic amplifier, super weapon of some kind, but was caught by Blood and barely escaped."

Beastboy cut in, "Yeah! And she's been moody ever since. She threw me twenty feet down the hall for asking if she wanted lunch." He rubbed his head as he was the target of a communal glare, Raven not being the most comfortable of subjects.

The changeling exclaimed, "What? She's locked herself in her room for three days and only come out to have tea and fruit at 1:30 in the morning. Sure, whatever Blood did to her was bad, but she should at least open up a… little?"

He trailed off as the glare finally beat down his defenses, "Right… Continue…"

Robin shook his head and pushed another button, popping a composite sketch of Blood up on the screen in the last corner, "Okay. We have these facts. What do we do with them? I want some ideas."

Cyborg frowned as he rested his chin in his palm, "I got nothing. This is making no sense. Why would Blood take Terra, why would he make a weapon that he wants me to use, and where did Slade go? The guy just went poof after Terra went down…"

Robin nodded tersely, "Exactly, and I have a feeling we don't have a lot of time to figure this out. If HIVE behaves in the way it has before, they're planning a response to our infiltration even as we speak…"

Energetic eighties rock music blared through the well-lit apartment. The furnishings reeked of massive amounts of tastefully spent money and a close observer could detect some of the best security available. Rose Wilson, casually dressed and her silver hair tied in a ponytail, pumped her arms as she went through her Saturday exercise routine. She hummed along to the music with her eyes closed as her feet danced, seemingly at random over the hardwood floor. A faint whir buzzed every few seconds as razor-sharp blades sank and rose sporadically from their grooves in the hardwood surface beneath her toes. Bare flesh found the two patches of safe floor every time, guided by a mind skimming along the skeins of fate with practiced ease. Rose was lost in the drill, flesh gleaming with sweat and absorbed in the beat of the music. This was the only time she felt truly alive, pitting her mind against fate and the world in a deadly test of skill, life balanced on the edge of a blade.

The phone rang and the mercenary frowned. "If it's important you'll leave message," she muttered as she kept up her pace.

The answering machine kicked in, "Rose? I know you're in. This is Tom Sloane, your agent if you recall… Well… I got a potential contract lined up for you and they want an answer ASAP. I'm not hanging up until you answer."

Rose sighed and called out, "End program…" The music cut out and the razors settled into dormancy as she made her way over to the phone.

She picked up the receiver, "You got me. Why are you bothering me on Saturday? I only got three hours of drill in thanks to your interruption…"

Rose rolled her eyes as Tom chattered at the other end, "Okay then. Time is of the essence. Give me the details."

A significant figure was mentioned, but she answered in a monotone, "That's a lot of money. I hope you background checked this time. I hate it when a client wants to double cross me before the job starts…"

She listened some more and doodled on a convenient piece of paper before perking up, "Oh. That HIVE. Never mind then, HIVE always has fun jobs for me. Their egos won't allow them to bring in an outsider unless they're really out of their weight class..."

She laughed at Tom's response, "Calm down. Of course, I remember that they almost got me killed last time. Almost is the key word. What's the target?" Her blue eyes sparkled as she jotted down purposeful notes: $200,000 a kill, Wednesday deadline, Jump City, metahuman team…

She smiled brightly as Tom finished his spiel and replied lightly, "You're always so on top of it in that way, Tom. I'll be waiting for those plane tickets in a few hours. See you after I get back from California…"

Her face twisted with anticipation as she hung up, "This is going to be fun. Those little Junior Justice Leaguers have given Daddy a drubbing or two in the past. I might break a sweat… It's been a while since I've done a group contract, should be interesting." Rose went to shower and get ready. After all, she had plane to catch.

Titans Tower was settling down for the night, security systems active and heroes finally falling asleep after a day full of good deeds. Beastboy had given up on beating Monkey Hunt 4: Attack of the Banana People. Robin had shrugged out of his uniform and lay limply on top of the covers. Starfire was sound asleep, head resting at the wrong end of her round bed. Cyborg was recharging for the night. Even Raven was resting, head turning with nightmare visions that twisted her face in distress as she harvested a few precious hours of sleep. Nothing moved in the Tower, a sense of all-pervading quiet engulfed the building in still expectancy. The island was not so quiet, the chorus of nocturnal life rustling with its typical chittering glee at the death of the sun. Waves beat against the rocks and bathed crabs in spurts of sea spray. All was right with the world, the soft glow of the gibbous moon turning everything silver.

Something changed. A dark silhouette pulled itself out of the water and onto the rocks. It double checked the twin bundles on its back and made its way toward the tower, passing from shadow to shadow without haste or hesitation. It paused suddenly as a camera rose from the ground and scanned the vicinity. The lithe figure froze until the camera sank into dormancy and went on. It threaded through cover, taking some paths and ignoring others, completely bypassing Cyborg's lovingly installed sensor grid. The Tower came steadily closer until the figure could see the main door. It back flipped onto the porch and its hands hovered over the keypad before striking in the code with confident swiftness. The door chimed and opened without a sound. The figure was inside the tower with a few steps and softly closed the door.

In the darkened lights of Titans Tower, Rose Wilson undid her hair from its bun and checked her weapons again. Her green-and-black bodyglove was still damp from her short swim to the island, but that couldn't be helped. She shook her head at the massive room and began to make her way to the stairs. Rose caught site of a large red button labeled, "Emergency Alarm." She mouthed the words and grinned brightly before smashing the button with her fist. Red lights flashed as a wall of noise echoed through the hall. Pleased with herself, the mercenary sat down on a chair as she waited for the Titans to show up. She undid the clasps on the cases containing her weapons and restlessly examined her fingers.

Four of the five Titans barreled into the room at full readiness despite the lateness of the hour. Robin paused as he caught sight of the assassin sitting calmly in the chair. "Okay. Who are you and what are you doing here?" Starfire and Cyborg aimed glowing limbs at Rose as a silent threat backing up their leader's question. Rose stretched languidly and got to her feet.

She presented her back to the Titans and called over her shoulder, "Just doing a job. I really was expecting the whole set to come barreling down here when I pressed that button. You four will have to do for now."

Beastboy tilted his head in confusion, "What job?"

Robin took in Rose's weapons and grimly intoned, "I have a feeling that we don't want you to complete this job successfully…"

"Oh, you're a smart one. But I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything less from the protégé of the legendary Batman." She laughed gently as the Titans exchanged glances, anger bubbling in their features.

Cyborg readied his sonic cannon and called out. "I don't know who you are, Lady, but if you mean what we think you mean then you are in for a world of pain." Starfire nodded agreement as her eyes flared green. Rose drew her sword and the Titans tensed.

Rose took a few practice swings and said, "At least you're confident. I liked it when they at least think they can win. Makes it more of an exercise."

Robin popped a pair of explosive disks into his fingers and replied, "I think you don't quite realize that we're tougher than we look."

Beastboy took the opportunity to add, "Yeah! You just a woman with a sword. It takes a little more than that to scare us." Rose turned to face the Titans and her eyes flashed red.

"My, my, make that very confident. If I'm so weak, come and get me." The Titans complied and a hail of energy bolts rained down on the assassin. She dodged to one side and then charged forward, her blade blazing with yellow fire.

One short, painful, and thoroughly embarrassing fight scene later, Cyborg slammed the second floor blast doors closed with his shoulder. His right arm was missing from below the elbow, cleaved off after a lucky hit from Rose's blade. The others were less overtly injured, but none of the Titans had escaped unscathed. Beastboy hugged his ribs, still groaning from a spinning kick that had connected soundly with his midsection. Robin tied a bandage over Starfire's arm, stanching the bleeding over a cut that traversed her bicep.

Beastboy looked up and demanded, "How did that happen? There were four of us, one of her, and we're the ones who get our butts kicked."

Cyborg piled in with. "You tell me. It's like we were standing still and she was dancing around us picking posies. The only person I've seen move like that was Red X and even he wasn't that good." Robin looked up in irritation, his ego bruised by the seemingly effortless defeat his team had just suffered.

He straightened and said, "I don't know, but the important thing right now is to keep her away from Raven. Raven is no condition to face someone like this."

Cyborg inspected his damaged arm, soldering shut leaks in the severed limb that dripped a mixture of blood and oil onto the carpet.

He looked up and asked, "Speaking of Raven, where is she? I figured she would have made her way downstairs with the rest of us."

Robin answered, "I turned off the alarm in her room. Let her get some sleep while she can." The other Titans looked askance at this comment.

Starfire replied, "Would not Raven be most upset when she discovers this change? She does not like being manipulated…" Cyborg and Beastboy nodded in agreement and the chagrinned Boy Wonder held up his hands to ward off their comments.

"Okay. It was something I should have talked to you guys about but I didn't count on psychopaths with swords breaking into the building at night." The others looked at one another and shrugged, the danger of their current situation overriding whatever objections they might have had about Robin's heavy-handedness.

The embryonic argument died stillborn when Rose's blade jammed its way through the door and began to carve an entrance. The glowing katana melted through the foot-thick steel door like a hot knife through butter. The Titans jumped back and readied their abilities, taking aim on the door.

Robin counted down on his fingers as he whispered, "On my signal. One, two, three…." The tripartite blast echoed down the hallway and sent the door reeling backwards to impact the floor with a dull bang. The Titans dashed into the hall beyond ready to take Rose down or offer medical assistance, depending on what they found. They paused in wary confusion as they realized that the hall was empty. Slow, sarcastic clapping echoed from behind them.

Rose stepped out from the shadows, her blade returned to its sheath and glibly said, "You get an 'A' for brute force, but an 'F" for subtlety." Rose dodged to one side as Robin dashed forward with his bo staff extended. She grabbed him by one arm and threw him back at his companions. Starfire was knocked from the air by her erstwhile commander's flying form.

Beastboy turned lime green and muttered, "No way. What's next? Are you going to walk on water?"

Rose shock her head, "Can't quite do that yet, but I do know…" She broke off and tilted her head to one side as a sonic blast ripped through the space where her face had been seconds before.

She continued, "…someone who can do that. I think you met him once…" Beastboy steeled his features and rushed in, the six ton bulk of a rhino shaking the hall as he closed. The assassin flipped up and over his charge, leaving the changeling to tumble into the next hall with a clamorous thud. The trio of other titans unleashed a hail of projectiles and forced her onto the defensive. She shimmied backwards amid the storm, eyes narrowed in focus. At such short range and at such close quarters, some shots inevitably began to get through her defense. Glancing hits were scored on her body and ripped her body glove. One of Robin's ice discs hurled at her and she stomped a piece of debris into its path. The debris was encased in ice and afforded a moment of protection. Rose spun and kicked it down the hall. Cyborg blew it into fragments, filling the air with haze. The assassin leaped forward, jammed her glowing blade through Cyborg's chest and levered over his shoulder to inflict more damage. She blocked Robin's roundhouse kick with an upraised arm and tore her blade free in time to force Starfire back with an arching swing of the glowing weapon.

The light glaring between the two females sparkled as their eyes met and Rose smirked. She ducked under a clumsy hammer blow that could have shattered her skull. Beastboy was rewarded for his miss when the hilt of the blade slammed into his currently gorillalike temple. The milieu broke up as Cyborg tumbled forward, batteries dying, Beastboy reeled back in pain, and Starfire recovered from her hasty dodge. Robin gestured the others back and swung with his bo staff.

A short duel followed, the clang of staff on sword punctuated by terse dialog, "You're tiring. You have to be."

"True, but you haven't hit me yet…" A wild swing left Robin open and Rose kicked his feet out from under him.

She murmured, "Duels are sloppy, I thought Batman would teach you better." He grimaced and rolled as her blade carved into the flooring with a flare of yellow sparks. A starbolt broke up the fight and prompted Rose to abandon her blade as she backflipped to the end of the hall.

Sweat ran down her face in rivulets, "We have a record. You made me drop my blade. A first."

Robin got to his feet, "That's not all you're going to drop."

Rose tilted her head and turned to face down the hall. A section of wall glowed black and Raven stepped through, staggering slightly in pain as she dragged her foot through the rapidly closing portal. Her eyes glared from the shadows of her hood at the assassin.

Raven intoned flatly, "Leave them alone." The energy to say this seemed to stagger the dark mystic as she swayed on uncertain feet. Rose flexed her fingers as the other Titans shot Raven concerned glances.

The assassin asked, "What are the odds I can snap her neck before you can stop me? Don't bother, let's find out…" Rose flipped and bounced off a wall as the Titans opened fire, dodging the barrage to land behind the dark mystic. She drove an elbow into Raven's back staggering her forward. As the half-daemon tumbled, Rose caught her in a choke hold, arms braced to crack her neck in an effortless twist of flesh on bone. The Titans froze and the assassin allowed the moment to stretch out. A feral grin lit up her face as she contemplated the situation. The moment passed and a sickening crack filled the air. Raven went limp as her head hung at an impossible angle.

Beast Boy stumbled in, worse for wear and summed up the scenario with his cry, "Raven!"

Rose continued to smile, "Guess metahumans are killable after all. One and a half down, three and a half to… What the..?" The corpse Rose held to her chest dissolved into black smoke that flowed toward an ebon portal that spiraled on the carpeting. Raven's blue-cloaked silhouette rose from this rift and the dark mystic hovered in the air as her teammates blinked in confusion.

Rose narrowed her eyes as Raven asked darkly, "Never heard of doppelgangers, have you?" She gestured and the assassin's abortive dodge ended as her body was caught in an aura of black energy. Raven slammed her against the ceiling before dragging her back into the floor with crushing force. The dark mystic's eyes flared as she kept Rose locked in her mental grip, propelling her victim down the hall toward a closed window. The glass fractured at the impact. Raven grunted as she released the hold and the assassin dropped to the ground.

Robin started out of his trance, "Titans Go!" Robin, Beastboy, and Starfire rushed toward Rose as she pushed herself upright and Raven sank to the ground mildly exhausted by her exertion. A hail of starbolts forced the green-and-black clad assassin to roll to one side. The window exploded under the bombardment. Her face twitched in pain when she put pressure on a twisted ankle. Her ribs ached.

Rose spared a glance for the window, anger blazing in the depths of her eyes, "I don't loose. I never run…" Beastboy and Robin piled into her, the pair forcing her to defend herself. Rose winced as she sent a roundhouse kick into the skull of an emerald cheetah clawing at her legs, inadvertently using her injured leg to clock the changeling in one precise hit. A counterstrike from Robin hit her in the chest and drove her backwards, a hail of blows following. Rose could See every strike coming, but her body wasn't quite up to the task of following her demands, blows smashing into her frame. The Boy Wonder went for an overhead swing; Rose blocked it, and left a gap in his defenses a mile wide. Rose's palm drove into his nose and snapped his head back.

This gave the assassin all the time she needed to dart to a trigger device hidden on her wrist. She pressed a button and whispered a code word, "Deadfall." Rose's sword hilt began to hum, the sound bleeding into a wail. Starfire let a gathering batch of starbolts fade into nothing as she searched for the source of the noise. Raven glanced at the sword and her eyes widened slightly as she pumped up a personal shield and the weapon's power core went critical. An echoing wall of noise and light flooded the hall and bounced off all the surfaces, drenching the Titans with acutely painful sensory overload. Rose had her eyes closed, but her ears were ringing. She hadn't been this badly beaten since her father had caught her playing with his weapons when she was eight years old… She staggered to the window; hand pressed to her head, silver hair darkened with sweat and blood, and bandana askew. Rose jumped out the window with frustrated growl and dove into the water surrounding the island. There was a splash and Rose was gone, driven off by her intended prey.

Starfire was the first to recover, her alien senses readjusting after the blast. She looked around at the ravaged hallway and her scattered friends as they pulled themselves to their feet. Cyborg remained slumped on the ground, his power core hard put to keep life support pumping into his organic remnants.

Star exclaimed, "Friends! Are you all unharmed? The intruder seems to be gone…" All the others heard was a loud buzzing, still deafened from the blast.

Robin looked at Starfire and said, "I can't hear you, Star. We should get Cyborg to the repair chamber and talk later."

Beastboy exclaimed, "Dude! I can't hear a word you're saying! Who knew animal senses could be a liability?"

Starfire paused in momentary confusion as Raven cut in, "Starfire, one question. Who turned off the alarm in my room so that I wasn't here as this fight got started?" Starfire simply pointed at Robin and the later went pale at the angry glare the dark mystic directed at him.

He asked, "What?" Raven promised herself that she would talk to Robin about this later, but now was not the time. She went to assist her teammates as they lifted up Cyborg and carried him to the repair chamber. Robin trailed behind as a cold breeze leaked in from the shattered window.

So you made it down here. I know that I haven't updated in forever and a day, but I had an idea for this Rose Wilson character interpetationand had to use her. What did you think? Good? Bad? Mary Sueish as heck? Leave a review if you see fit and tell me what you think. Thank you for your time and have a nice day… I'll be back in a month hopefully with the conclusion to this piece.